Blind folds were placed on them, then the room was silent as my sometimes girl friend left. I slipped on a camisole, very short and completely see thr...ough, my huge tits on display, the larger then normal nipples standing erect and ready. Just watching them get ready, her especially, had me excited, I could feel moisture between my legs. Pulling on a pair of black leather boots, above my knees high and with 5 inch high heels, when I let one of my slaves see me, these always fit the bill.. You make me feel so fragile, so feminine as you kiss down my neck, whispering in my ear sweet little dirty things. Lifting me, you remove the fabric from between us swiftly, deftly. I have no clue when you removed the rest of your clothing, but you are now nude and hard. Your erection pressing against my tiny hard clit, your hands and face busy with my breasts. Moaning loudly you slam into me, throwing your hips forward hard and fast such a contrast to the slow and sensual prelude. I scream in. When. The suction cup broke; it fell off the wall and slipped from my pussy, landing with a splat in the water at my feet. The moment was broken, my climax denied, “Aghh!” I had screamed, but not in a good way. “Fuck, fuck, fucking hell.” I had cursed a lot. I could have plunged it in by hand, but the moment was gone, that was not my, this mornings fantasy. I sipped my coffee feeling sorry for myself. Being single at present didn’t help, plus, it was Christmas in two days. Already on holiday, I. Why should it? She had never taken it seriously enough to think that her actions might really hurt them — or herself — not really, surely. It had all been in good fun, hadn't it? Wasn't it all a game?She once more turned to the woman beside her. Could Angique be the cause? The woman kept saying she loved her all the time, whatever she did or how often she fled. She kept taking her back and telling her she could do it — that she wouldn't fail at this, this ... whatever it was. She watched the.